Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-09-22

| anu It's SSplaln, anu HIS OWN ISSCue
from the burning deck by the boat of
an English ship; of his being carried
into Nassau and being placed in the
hospital, from whence, barely conva-
descent, he had come to New York,
| against the advice of the doctors. At
Provincetown he had learned of the
events that had caused Mrs. Willis and
her daughter to leave it; and impatient
above all to see Helen, he had hurried
on to Boston.
Thus far the strength of hope, the
wings of love had held him up against
| the weakness of half-healed wounds;
but now, when he found himself alone
with Helen, his head reclined YEARLY
upon her bosom, She held him closely
| in her arms.
you'll not leave me again dear?"
she whispered.
He made no answer; he had tainted.
Nothing but love had held him from
the grave.
Two weeks passed before he was abs
| to leave his bed. Then the doctor said
| he was in fair way to recovery. Not
| one man in a thousand, he said, could
have survived such wounds; not one
| in five thousand would have survived
the journey undertaken in early con-
| valesence. His complete restoration
to health would be slow; but with care,
and perhaps a change of climate, a
little later. all would be well with him.
Now that Henry Crawford was GER
tain that the viilainy of Hunter had
| succeeded, he was reluctant to pain his
betrothal and her mother with the
strange fate of Captain Willis money.
Their establishment on hearing it knew
| no bounds. Much that had been mex
| plicable in the conduct of her husband
was now made plain to the Borrowing
| woman, and the meaning of Hunters
| sections was as plain. 1t was not with
| out admiration that Crawford observed
| the demeanor of the widow under this
most surprising and unexpected reve-
| lation. She INDUCED in no useless re-
| pining nor reproaches; her sorrow for
the loss of her husband was undated.
| All disappointment at the loss of wealth
| was concealed.
''Helen," said Crawford one day,
when they were alone, ''your poor
| father was in his last hours very
anxious that you and your mother
should have the money. Yet don t
know but that it is well that it is gone"
"Why?"
81 fear it would have brought us a
curse. 1t made your father partially
unhappy in his life; and it cost him his
life, too. The infamous scoundrel
who has got it struck down every thing
that stood between it and him. Are
you sorry it is gomez
mot if you are content"
''But its loss will put time between
us and happiness.
81 can wait for you" She said it,
and she looked it.
What could he do but kiss her?
PART Iv-CHAPTER H.
NEW LIGHT.
On a frosty morning of early De-
cember Henry Crawford stepped
ashore at Provincetown. The color
was returning to his face, his step had
something of its old elasticity, he had
thrown aside his canes. Sharp pains
from his desperate hurts occasionally
| distressed him; but youth, strength and
vigorous constitution were triumph
| ing. And the future was reckoning to
him-not the future of ease and COM
fort that poor Captain Willis had
pictured for him and Helen, but a
future of toll and endeavor for them
both. But he was happy in the pros
! pect; her love was his exceeding great
reward.
He had never been at this place be-
fore; but from the. Captains descrip-
ton OF the locality, he had no diff
Guilty in finding the old house. Before
he reached it he made some inquiries
at a shop, and received a very explicit
answer.
The old Lobdell house you mean,
sir? Why, Lord bless you, nobody
goes near it since Ma'am Willis and
her daughter left it. Nobody knows
| any thing more about it, nor wants to;
we know too much already. Things
have been quiet there lately, for all I've
heard: but s'pose they're liable to
break out again any night"
''Mrs. Willis and her daughter own
the place now," said Crawford. 81
am their agent, and have come here
this morning by their direction to look
at the condition of the place, and to
take care of the property remaining in
the rooms they occupied. Where can
1 get two or three men to help me?"
"What-to go into the house and
move things out?"
Certainly"
''Not in thistle you may be sure,
sir. Nobody would set foot in it,
Crawford left the horror-stricken
shop-keeper. and walked on. He
smiled at first at the mans fears; but
after he had asked the same question
in several other quarters, and received
the same reply, he began to see diff
Guilty before him upon his errand.
As he reached the near vicinity of
the house. he paused to take careful
survey of it, which enabled an old
sailor who had been following him for
several minutes to overtake him.
Pardon, your honor he said.
scraping the crown of his hat. 81 just
heard you tell Mr.. Goss that you want
ed some help to move Mrs. Willis fur
niture. 1 can't do much; but I'm
willing to bear hand to help Captain
Aaron's folks. That is, providin' you
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